| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | III. To My Wife | | Anonymous |
| | | AS some lone wanderer, in a darksome vale | |
| Where towering mountains all in gloom enclose, | |
| Stands through the night, and sees the chill stars pale, | |
| In outer darkness, all their mellow glows; | |
| At once beholds a flood of light that flows | 5 |
| Through some high portal in the mountain’s side, | |
| Bathing in brightness all the valley wide, | |
| And through that gate celestial, far unfold | |
| The vista, radiant in molten gold, | |
| The trees and flowers, gay-decked in pearly dews, | 10 |
| And crystal streams through grassy meadows rolled, | |
| And Nature, glorious in her myriad hues: | |
| So, in life’s vale, I lift mine eyes to thee, | |
| Whose love brought light when all was gloom to me! | | | | |
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